Could you see your life flash before your eyes, could you hear the sound of kids laughing, could you taste your salty tears run down your face, could you feel the spring locks being shut and never opening again. That all happened to me in a blink of an eye.
Hello, my name is Mike, Mike Schmidt. I am seven years old, and I'm going to become eight soon. I live with my family in a small house at least two minutes away from my favourite place. Fred Bears Party's and Freddy Fazbears Pizzeria. My father works there, actually at both now so we get free plushes to play with, oh where are my manners, I have a brother called Jeremy and a mother called Marionette, although we call her Mary. My dad is part Russian so I can't pronounce his name right, that's why I call him purple guy (his uniform is purple) or dad.
It was all him, he locked me in. I'm alone, crying, banging on the door waiting for someone to save me. I hope Golden Freddy has an idea. These nightmares haunt me.
